Story: The Chauffeur
Summary: Brittany (and Tina) have been in LA perusing her dreams of being a cultural icon for weeks now. When money starts getting short, she finds herself in need of a job to pay the bills. Happenstance finds herself a job that has it's perks. A bit of 'what ifs' and 'never were's' all in-between. AU
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I own it's characters those McRIB people do. Those FOX people kind of do too.

Authors note: I don't want to give to much away right now, but I kind of have a story idea, and I've decided to write it. This is the first chapter. You can read it if you like, and review it if you like too. Hopefully you'll like (or understand) the story as it's goes on further. I'm not the best writer but I'm trying to go for a specific 'voice' and hope it comes across somewhat. Constructive criticism is welcomed. There's a bit of set up for the rest of the story in this chapter. Also I don't have a beta so I've read for mistakes but if I miss them I apologize. I've rambled enough - on with the story...

She's been in Los Angeles for weeks now, and for all intents and purposes - she's adapted well. She likes not having to wear pants all the time, she can get those iced coffee drinks she loves with extra whipped cream at the end of every street corner, shops and bars stay open way later, and she can dance all day and all night in studios that feel like she was meant to live in. Safe to say, Brittany has adapted like a duck to water.

She'd been working in Lima teaching in her childhood dance studio making enough money to make the move out onto the west coast. She could have easily stayed; the money was good considering, and she was pretty much the awesomest teacher at the studio. The kids she taught loved her and she loved them too. Her dreams were bigger than that town though, and she was far too talented to stay there. She thinks she could have hacked going out to LA alone but she didn't have to, as she found she wasn't the only one with the same aspirations.

Nobody expected Tina to drop out of college after just a year, but she did. She decided Ohio State just wasn't for her and found herself back in Lima working at Breadsticks to make extra cash. It had it's perks, and Tina took advantage of the free food for staff policy more often than not.

Tina wasn't as talented or as awesome as Brittany (but it was cool, Tina kind of knew that too) nor did she have such a understanding family about not going to college, but she also had dreams that wanted to take her to LA. They could both work the grind and it's always easier to do things with an extra body.

It also helped they've been close since their time in Glee club together. Brittany was the popular cheerleader, who won Homecoming queen without even trying, and Tina the Asian goth who hated Twilight. They were similar really. They worked.

Together they packed their belongings into the truck Tina had gotten from her parents as a High School graduation present and off they went. With their parents waving them off and the open road ahead of them, they road tripped it to the city.

They took a week to get to California, stopping in motels along the way. Some were creepy, old and even had a serious 'serial killer' vibe according to Tina. Referring to the night they spent at a motel on the Missouri/Oklahoma boarder as "The Shining-esque terribad" Tina vowed never to go there again. Brittany thought it as peaceful, really.

When they finally made it to Los Angeles they quickly found their new apartment building (Tina was in charge of that) and met the landlord. He was a quirky middle aged woman who apparently had appeared on Survivor season 7 and won the show. Neither of them watched the show so couldn't indulge or disprove the auburn haired woman who waxed lyrically about her 'facing the dangers of the rain forest and the people who were her contestants'.

It was all fun – until now that is.

The inquisition from Tina started as she walked through the door to their quaint two bedroom apartment. Her hair was a mess and she was still sweating from the intense dance classes and the rather short walk back to their apartment. She was still buzzing from the high after dancing always gave her too. The high quickly evaporated when Tina opened her mouth about getting a job.

"Why?" she asks as she flops down into the oversized grey crouch that takes up most of their small living room.

"Because we have bills to pay!" Tina replies incredulously. Her long, black-and-blue-highlighted hair moves wildly around her face, as she tidies around the room.

Brittany shrugs as she looks around the room nonchalantly. She still has enough savings to last her at least six months according to her Mom, on top of the small jobs she's been booking. She's doing awesome right now.

"I'm doing awesome right now."

"Doing what, Brit?"

"Dancing." She replies as if it was obvious, "I'm on my way to getting the hip hop for kids teaching slot at Millennium, too!"

Tina stops her tidying to look over at Brittany on the couch,

"And when is that going to be?" Tina asks.

Brittany lifts her shoulders and tilts her head.

"A coupla months?"

"So not now?" Tina asks slowly.

Brittany's lack of response gives Tina the answer. Tina sighs irritably and starts up again pottering around the room with a duster cleaning everything and nothing. It makes Brittany slightly uncomfortable. She's getting herself into frenzy and that never ends well for Tina. It normally ends in a feminist rant or how she doesn't want Asian babies with a fellow hot Asian with perfect abs who's Mother doesn't think she's Asian enough for him. It could be even worse - a song which she keens and cries all the way through.

"I could make money taking my clothes off. I could do that?" Brittany responds, trying to placate the stressing out and lecture.

"Honey, you just need a few drinks in you and you take them off for free. You need to get a steady job to make you steady money. Not a job that requires nipple tassels.

Brittany thinks she'd quite like the idea of wearing nipple tassels.

"A regular job. " Tina stressed, using her hands to punctuate each word. Brittany thinks Tina can read minds sometimes. She has the look of a physicist, what with the style she goes for.

"That's boring." She replies

"We've got to do something to get a start here," Tina says sitting down next to Brittany on the couch. Her arm wrapping around the sulking girl, "It's not going to be easy Britt, despite how talented we are."

Brittany huffs in her seat and folds her arms, sinking further down into the couch. Her nose scrunches up at all this serious talk.

Tina rubs Brittany's shoulders before picking up a brown A4 envelope from the mahogany coffee table, and subsequently decides to drops the item into Brittany's lap.

"Here, I made up a resume for you and printed once or twenty times. Get to it, girl!"

This is really going to suck.

Brittany's been 'regular' job hunting for at least two hours now, and for all intent and purposes – it's going rather well.

The day after Tina's rant, Brittany had decided to get down to look for a job after her morning dance classes. She didn't have to wait long for a lead, as Lukas (a tall, blonde Swede who had hair Brittany was slightly envious of) in her African Jazz dance class mentions to her something about his regular day job as a valet parking attendant and he lucrative tips he made. Brittany offhandedly mentions that she's looking for a job a mentions, also offhandedly, that the company were looking for chauffeur drivers. Brittany simply grinned in response.

If there was one thing Brittany excelled in other than dancing, singing, being a style icon revered nationwide, and being a fantastic performer – it was driving. It was very much a dancer's instinct to be good at driving Brittany thought. Driving itself was a dance that had to be masted with technique and precision. It requires co-ordination and elegance in its handling. Hit the clutch with a heavy foot and it's all downhill from there. Brittany loved to drive (when she remembered to fill the gas tank up that is) and even won competitive races back in Ohio. Motocross and rally car driving were her specialities. Be it a car or motorcycle – Brittany could drive it.

He didn't offer any more information other than the address of the place (and his phone number, which Brittany scrunched up, and threw in her purse) but he didn't really need to. She had a job lead and she could tell Tina about it later on today. Which meant she wouldn't have to face her frowny face which always makes Brittany sad.

It all culminates to her standing in a garage filled with top of the range cars, with blacked out windows, and sparkling rims at something akin to an job interview. She stands opposite a tall, stout man with dark hair, olive skin and hazel eyes. He has a bright white smile and has a calm, and almost gentle quality about him that Brittany likes. Brittany thinks he's kind of hot, ya know, in an old man kind of way.

Brittany soon comes to learn his name is Carl,

"Can you drive?" the man asks inquisitively.

"A car?" Brittany asks innocently.

Carl nods his head; a slight veil of awkwardness appears in his body language. Brittany looks to the ceiling and says breezily,

"I can drive a motorcycle, a truck, a car... I even drove a bus once - nailed it."

Carl looks slightly bemused as he scratches his head with his 2B pencil. He quickly jots down a few notes in his leather bound notepad before asking her any other questions.

"Do you have a licence?" He continues.

"Yes."

"Can you drive stick?"

Brittany grins toothily at the man opposite her. Sick is her favourite.

"Stick is my favourite."

Carl stares blankly at the girl in front of him, not exactly sure how to take her. He stares at her for a few moments; with Brittany staring blankly back with a slight smile of her face, before he shrugs his shoulders and closes his leather bound note pad, and placing the pencil behind his ear.

"Well, I guess you're hired, kid." He says, scratching his neck as he looks back towards Brittany.

Nailed it.

Brittany's face broke out into a large smile and she started bouncing on her tip toes. She had a fleeting moment of wondering if her inability to read a map or sometimes her lack of ability of being able to tell her left from her right (she would mix the words up. Sometimes) would be a cause for concern but she didn't really care about those things. She'd just work really, really hard not to fail.

"Thank you!" She enthused as she bounded over to the stout man whose face shone with disbelief and amusement.

The large man seemed perturbed that Brittany would wrap her arms around him in excitement but went along with the hug. He kind of liked it. Secretly.

"You're welcome, kid" He says amusement seeping through his tone, "come back tomorrow and we'll get you a uniform, and get you driving some of the cars to get comfortable."

Finding a regular job wasn't so hard after all. At least Tina can be happy that she managed to find a job within 24 hours of 'the rant' Brittany has decided to call it. Brittany won't tell Tina this, but she's kind of disappointed that her job won't involve having to wear nipple tassels. She can wear them underneath her new uniform anyway.

I'm going somewhere with this, I hope you enjoy the ride.